The Blood of Youth – CH 059

Chapter 59: Ruoyi Sword Dance

The flourishing blossoms were complete.

I stab you with a sword.

Lei Wujie pointed his sword at Duan Xuanyi; his third sword aura expanded relentlessly. The fragrance from the flowers intensified, but it was full of murderous intent.

Duan Xuanyi retreated frantically and exerted his Hidden Waters Formula, but it was instantly shattered by the sword aura, and his qi collapsed. He tried to use the “Twenty-Four Bridges and Bright Moon Night” again, only to realize that the fan and xiao, which he thought he’d perfected, seemed to be resisting him. He recalled what his father told him when he taught him these martial arts: the front side of the “Twenty-Four Bridges and Bright Moon Night” has twenty-three bridges, which were the epitome of elegance and the manner of a gentleman. But the bridge on the reverse side, “Duan,” was to burn one’s boat and cut off any hope of retreat. Although it was powerful, it violated the gentleman’s code and must not be used except as a last resort. He didn’t take it to heart at first, thinking a weapon was just a weapon, so how could there be so many considerations? But, today, he finally understood what his father meant.

Unfortunately, he was about to die!

“Although the Jiangnan Duan family does not rank above Tang Sect or Lei Clan Fort, they are still a noble family. If their eldest son were to die here, that wouldn’t be very good.” The white-robed scholar sat down. This time, it wasn’t up to him to take action.

Sikong Changfeng was not in a hurry either, and he put down his spear. “No matter who it is, no one is allowed to die in Snow Moon City.”

Tang Lian had just gotten out of the firing line, but when he saw the scene before him, he shouted, “Wujie, stop!”

Lei Wujie was surrounded by flowers at the moment, and his sword aura was like the tide. At first glance, he appeared so suave and amazing as to be almost godlike, but in his head, he was whining bitterly. How could he possibly want to kill Duan Xuanyi? But just now, he was too anxious, and he executed a sword move, accidentally using the genuine Moonlit Night and Flowering Dawn. But the fact was he couldn’t control this powerful sword aura, and worse, he couldn’t withdraw it!

“Lei Wujie!” Tang Lian shouted again and took a step forward, ready to rush into the fray, but he was already too late.

Duan Xuanyi turned pale with fright, unable to retreat further, and his knees weakened. He knelt onto the ground, completely devoid of the elegant manner he displayed earlier.

At this moment, a green figure stepped into the sea of flowers. She glided in unhurriedly, seemingly unafraid of the surging sword aura. Just like that, she landed before Lei Wujie and gently plucked a camellia floating in midair.

It was her. Ye Ruoyi.

Lei Wujie was shocked, his face drained of blood, but he still couldn’t control the sword power in his hands. Suddenly, Ye Ruoyi took a step forward and placed a light touch on the Rainfall sword. The Rainfall sword barely slashed across her temple, cutting her hair tie, and her long, dark red-colored hair poured down like a waterfall.

Lei Wujie was dumbstruck, but Ye Ruoyi made a turn with her body. She held his hand gently and whispered, “You have a good sword.”

Lei Wujie didn’t know how to answer and responded blankly, “Yeah.”

With a gentle touch, Ye Ruoyi lifted his hand and slowly raised the sea of flowers. It only took her a moment of effort, and the threatening murderous intent within the sword aura suddenly became warm and welcoming. Although the sword aura was still like a tide, there was no longer any trace of killing intent. Ye Ruoyi took a step and pulled Lei Wujie along in a sudden step backwards. Then, she let go of Lei Wujie’s hand and said, “Follow my movements.”

Lei Wujie could only murmur a response and nod his head. Ye Ruoyi’s voice was gentle and pleasant, but it possessed a kind of magic that made others listen to her.

“You’re such a silly boy.” Ye Ruoyi gave him a beatific smile, then took a step back and flung her sleeves out. Her long sleeves rolled along as she began dancing on the spot.

Lei Wujie barely hesitated and followed Ye Ruoyi’s steps while still holding his sword.

The flowers were flying, and Lei Wujie’s red clothes flowed along as he wielded his beautiful sword and danced lightly. And next to him, the peerless lady who could be called a “beauty” danced with graceful steps while her long sleeves fluttered around her.

Everyone who was present only had four words in their minds: magnificence like no other.

“Now, this is true elegance.” The white-robed scholar laughed. “The Jiangnan Duan family? They’re nowhere close.”

“This is… the Ruoyi Sword Dance,” Sikong Changfeng murmured to himself.

“Yes, the Ruoyi Sword Dance. This dance was created on the battlefield by the Ye family of generals. It was said that twenty years ago, whenever the Ye family’s army marched, there would be a lady in white who wielded a sword in a wild dance. From a distance, she looked like a divine being descending to the moral world. This sword dance has two parts. The first part is called Cloud Gate. It resembles moving clouds and flowing water in the mood for a leisurely stroll. The second part is called Killing Formation. Its murderous aura rampages and can be sensed for thousands of miles. This dance is most likely Cloud Gate.” The white-robed scholar smiled as he explained, “However, it’s unfortunate that there’s no music to accompany this dance.”

“Misty Rain Pavilion has so many singers and musicians. How could there be no music?” Sikong Changfeng said.

The white-robed scholar shook his head. “I’m not looking down on Snow Moon City, but it’s not easy to find a musician who can match the Ruoyi Sword Dance.”

As soon as he spoke, they heard the sudden sound of a flute. The white-robed scholar was taken aback and looked for the source of the music. He saw a man in blue robes with a slender build playing a flute while standing to one side. His complexion was pale and cool like water, and his expression indecipherable, but the music from his flute was full of emotion. And it perfectly accompanied Ye Ruoyi and Lei Wujie’s dance steps in the courtyard. Almost as if this piece of music was written for this sword dance.

“No! Not almost; this piece is exactly the music for the Ruoyi Sword Dance. It’s ‘Harmony’! The dance piece ‘Harmony’ that’s supposed to have been lost! Sikong Changfeng, who is he? How could your Snow Moon City have such a disciple?” The white-robed scholar rushed to his feet, his eyes gleaming.

“He’s my disciple, Xiao Se,” Sikong Changfeng announced, full of himself.

“Wonderful, wonderful. Coming to this Full Blossom Festival was not a waste of my time.” The white-robed scholar’s interest was piqued, and after taking a look around, he leapt out of the private booth and landed in the courtyard. The musicians around him were already dazed by everything that had happened, and now, someone suddenly landed in front of them, and they were even more stunned.

The scholar, all dressed in white with an elegant expression, waved his hand lightly. “Excuse me, please lend me your qin.”

The musician nodded and stood up frantically. But the white-robed scholar simply waved his hand, and the guqin somehow landed into his hands. The scholar did not sit down. He held the guqin in his right hand while plucking the strings furiously with his left hand.

The sound was like thousands and millions of horses stampeding through a wasteland!

“Who is that?” Lei Wujie, Ye Ruoyi, and Xiao Se were all shocked. The music from the qin was too powerful, and they couldn’t match it.

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, took a step back, and placed the qin back onto the table. He sat down with a flair and called out, “Don’t mind me! It is my honor to behold the true Ruoyi Sword Dance once in my life!”

The sword dance continued, and although the three of them were alarmed, their steps did not falter, nor did the music from the flute waver. The middle-aged scholar closed his eyes, listened quietly, and moved his fingers slightly on the strings. This was the first time he heard the true accompanying piece of the Ruoyi Sword Dance—Harmony, but with his genius ability, he had already grasped the notes from the moment he touched the qin.

For a sagacious and talented person, everything in the world could be understood. Once he figured out something, he could understand everything else.

From the moment he sat down, Xiao Se had guessed the identity of the scholar in white. Some people practiced their swords all their lives, but their martial arts remained mediocre. But this person spent half his life reading books and claimed to know about everything under Heaven. So, someone taunted him, challenging the scholar if he knew how to use a sword, and handed him a sword.

He pondered upon the sword for a long time. Then, he picked it up, swung it about awkwardly, and suddenly executed a sword move.

The sword move could be rated as peerless!

The sword move resulted in another sword immortal in the martial world.

Confucian Sword Immortal, Xie Xuan.